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Lyrics
I'm comin' up only to hold you under
And comin' up only to show you're wrong
And to know you is hard, we wonder
To know you all wrong, we won
Ooh
Ooh
Really too late to call, so we wait for
Morning to wake you, is all we got
And to know me as hardly golden
Is to know me all wrong, they warn
At every occasion, I'll be ready for the funeral
At every occasion, once more, it's called the funeral
At every occasion, oh, I'm ready for the funeral
At every occasion, oh, one billion day funeral
I'm comin' up only to show you down for
And comin' up only to show you're wrong
To the outside, the dead leaves lay on the lawn
For they don't have trees to hang upon
Ooh
Ooh
At every occasion, I'll be ready for the funeral
At every occasion, once more, it's called the funeral
At every occasion, oh, I'm ready for the funeral
At every occasion, oh, one billion day funeral
Ouh ouh ouh ouh ouh ouh
Details
GeneratedAug 24, 2025
Duration3:51
LanguageEnglish
Style
Rock grunge nineties sound male singer harmony vocals backing voice style Cobain
Credits
Prompt by
Jeff Fontana
Jeff Fontana ModelAria v4
